Nimble, quick, stealthy; those three words were the key to Kalat’s survival after his own family was taken away from him. He was out in the woods, traveling along with a group of merchants, his family and various mortal guards that were heading away from their home land and deeper into the world to share their goods. His family wasn’t much of a merchant, but they tried to seem like one; in reality, they were simply trying to escape away from the injustice that has been provoked around them. There was only his mother, his father and his sister but his sister was much younger than him, almost by three years. Course, Kalat always considered him the care taker of her, only because he was 11 years old at that time. Caretaker or not, the child always had the tendency to run off, disappear for a few hours at a time, so he could roam free into the woods, or the plains, or whichever part of the world they were in at the time. Countless times he was scolded, put into a watchful position by a few of the mercenary guards hired to watch over the group, but each time, he managed to figure a way to slip free from their eye. He was a sneaky little thing, always knew how to play things correctly or wait for the slightest amount of distraction to disappear. One night, Kalat disappeared into the wilderness again to explore a few things he noticed earlier but it wasn’t much later that he heard a blood-pitched scream. The child turned himself around, swiftly darted full speed back to the merchants but the closer he got, the more he heard, and the more he was terrified. He was able to get close enough to spot what was happening, crouched behind a bush that was large enough to hide most of his part, but the sight in front of him as awful. Standing in front of him was a sight that he could never forget; two large burly men towered the mercenary guards, swinging large hammers with the strength like the gods themselves. Each human fell, one by one, until it left the merchants and his family defensive against the wake but it did not even stop there. The exalted or the beasts as Kalat saw them, ravaged their way through the merchant goods, seeking for something. The men were even shouting something, words but they were foreign to the child at the time, but his parents were trying to calm the men down, to make them go away. They didn’t though, they stayed and the exalted slaughtered each of the remaining mortal there. The exalted wanted to leave no witnesses but they were blind by their actions. Kalat was unnoticed, but he has witnessed the events in front of him and he saw the inequality between the powerful Exalted and the mortals themselves. Filled with a hateful rage, but the slightest amount of logic, Kalat ran into the forest. Faster than ever, wanting to be far away before anyone was able to see him. Days passed and Kalat made it successfully away from the scene but he never took a moment to look back, he knew that it was quite impossible to change what happened. It did not stop his determination though; he seeked, looked and tried to find any means necessary to solve what has happened; to gain the power that they had. At night, it happened. It was days later, when Kalat was slowly giving up and when his natural survival skills were slowly slipping free from his grasp. At this point, he heard a call and it wasn’t some natural call, but a powerful one. A bird swooped in, lowly at first and right passed the child before it made a returning pass, but this time it directed its flight directly ahead of him and weaved through the trees. The child was confused at this, but through a possible stupid move, he chased after it; weaving himself through the trees to keep up in pace. The bird suddenly stopped in a large opening in the forest, landing on the ground next to a shining, golden bow. Kalat was confused for a moment, but the beauty dragged him forward with curiosity. He stepped forward to the weapon until the child was close enough to grasp down onto it. The fingers lightly glazed itself across the fine workmanship of the bow and soon, it grasped around the entire thing. It was at this point, where his world has changed. The surge from the bow, to the child was so great that it caused his eyes to roll back into his head and slowly collapse down onto the ground but his grip was never released. The gifts flowed through him, changing him ever so slightly until he was ‘created’ anew. He knew that when he woke, he would have a new destiny that could change his life, and alongside his new companion, this bow and his new found powers, he would change the world. He knew that he would hunt down those men, and soon bring the world into an equal piece, by removing slavery itself.